The Silent Life

Remember when there was time?
Remember when the slate was clean?
It's the price that we pay for living comfortably
Remember when we knew exactly what we'd be?
Before we became our fathers, and our mothers
Remember when there was money before the towers fell?
Remember when there was a mote of a light down this deep and dark well
Well, well

And what of the ones we lost?
On dense fog nights last autumn
Just after the reconnect of a decade gap
And what of the ones we lost?
With the needle still in their arm
And a desperate need to be heard by anyone

What of their lives?
"Sketch what you want to be"
And what did they draw as a child?
Anything? Anything

And why am I still here
When so many have gone?
What kind of lottery have I won
That keeps me keeping on?
To my friends not forgotten
You have my word
That every song, and every line
Hangs on your image burned
Forever burned

Thoughts used to nourish me
But now they dissolve, destroy
Every little thing I once enjoyed
Thoughts used to nourish me
But now they dissolve, destroy
Every little thing I once enjoyed